The day was late when we reached Deurali, and the air was already quite chilly on this early December afternoon. We had just made our first major ascent from Shivalya, lugging our heavier-than-average backpacks up to an altitude of 2710 meters (8891 feet), and after leaving somewhat unfashionably late as per our usual protocol, we stopped in Deurali for an unquestionably late lunch break. The walk from Shivalaya to Lukla is rarely traveled these days because of the frequent availability of airplane flights, and this route sees on average less than 1000 trekkers a year, which is almost statistically insignificant when compared to the hoards of people drawn to the more popular high altitude treks. What we began to discover as we sat down to that late lunch in Deurali, and what the majority of trekkers who skip these lowlands to get right to the higher peaks unfortunately miss, is the delicious countryside Nepalese cuisine that can only be experienced by walking into these little villages tucked away in these lesser known foothills.Deurali is a small Sherpa village, and when we reached the top, huffing and puffing, tired and hungry, we were greeted to a small array of dwellings and guesthouses painted all the colors of the rainbow.We sat down at the guesthouse at the furthest edge of the village, and decided to order soup because the air temperature was dropping rapidly in the late afternoon. I ordered the egg drop soup, and because this was our first official lunch of our backpacking trip, I think I expected it to be on par with the egg drop soup that you get with your Chinese food take-out order back in America. Our host was a beautifully smiling Nepalese Sherpa woman, who spoke English better than anyone else we had met thus far in Nepal, and when she brought the soup to the table I was shocked to say the least. Admittedly I am no egg drop soup connoisseur, but I know a good soup when I taste one, and this egg drop soup was the best in the world. The soup had an entire fried omelet chopped into it with eggs laid from chickens roaming around freely, as well as fresh vegetables that we saw the host harvest directly from the garden out in the back. The broth was rich with bold flavors that warmed my insides as I gulped it down, and it was accompanied by our first taste of fresh yak cheese on the trip.
The consequence of waiting to consume such delicious food is that you lose critical time because you have to wait almost an hour for the host to cook it fresh. Our bellies full, we departed quickly as the light was already starting to fade, and finished our day, donned with our headlamps, hobbling downhill in the dark to Bhandar. This experience was completely worth it though, and I would gladly walk in the dark both ways to taste this soup again.
8 thoughts on “The Joy of Egg Drop Soup”
Soup looks good.
Not sure I’ll even try to eat Egg Drop Soup in the States ever again. It will just never compare
OMG it looks so delicious and fresh and of course given the environment and context adds to the flavor. Going to work my way back on reading your blog.
Love the format, the photos here are terrific and I really like your writing style. I think if we ever get to Nepal, the lower altitude sounds like a really good choice.
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Highly recommend the lower altitudes in addition to high altitudes. But the low lands have much fewer tourists which is really nice
Appreciate the pictures and the descriptions very much! Can almost taste the soup, yumm!
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Thanks! It was so delicious!
Looked delicious and even though The ingredients are not cultivated or grown as they are there, I am going to make it. That would be Mom, stepping out of her Italian mold, but I will make that soup !!!!!! So, after I saw noodles hanging from Navit’s mouth, I take it they are egg noodles, yes???? Looks sooooo good. Thanks for sharing. ❤️
Well, I am sure that my Italian mother can make a mean egg drop soup any day you have always been a fabulous and inspirational cook Mom! I just hope we’re there when you make it! FYI The picture of me is eating egg drop soup and Navit is eating a different soup…so I don’t think she is eating egg noodles there to answer your question!